Inturnship

Like a walking pool, Vomit,
You move from place-to-place,
Slithering like a snake,
Crawling like a spider;
An Abomination to see,
to smell and hear.

Representation are you,
Of Disgust and Filth,
A memory of Aversion,
Made real, forever and forever.

Still that taste in my mouth,
No amount of water
Can ever wash away,

I Wretch as I think of you
just for 'being'.
Being what and who you are,
And daily recreated anew.

It is a memory I must face,
Inconsonant with Truth
Or Right;
Nothing cleanses 'You',
Or purges 'You,
Until, one day,

Death do us part.